find me here speak to me i want to feel you i need to hear you you are the light that
"Shreep, and It Goes"
Maybe I do look like them, and maybe I don't. Maybe our hair color is the same, but the size of our wrists vary to such a sharp degree.
Maybe I do compare myself to those idols I watch all the time-- maybe I need to compare myself to them.
Maybe. Maybe not. I'll figure out one day.
you calm the storms and you give me rest you hold me in your hands you won't let